July 2011
72 posts
Right before the holidays Jackie Curtis seemed distraught. I ordered her a snowball, a coveted unaffordable treat. It was a mound of devil’s food cake filled with vanilla ice cream and covered with shredded coconut. She sat there eating it, plopping large glitter tears into the melting ice cream. Candy Darling slinked in next to her, dipping her lacquered fingernail into the dish,...
“Things rot. It was all about decay. I used flowers because they die.”
– Alexander McQueen (via blaqmagic)
“I don’t suppose she worries about it anymore. The pain must have gone long ago.”
“Does pain go away and leave no trace then?”
“You sometimes feel sentimental for it.” She spoke as if still in a half dream.
- Kawabata, Thousand Cranes
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